Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.